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�Now that target one has been acquired, it�s time for two. Let�s go through the checklist, shall we?�
�You and your checklists. Whatever you want, boss.�
�Transporter?�
�Fully operational.�
�Warehouse?�
�Cages in place and lighting active.�
�Shuttle in position?�
�Affirmative.�
�Gate on board?�
�Affirmative and fully operational.�
�Conversion room at home?�
�Ready for converting.�
�Party site on alternate Earth?�
�Ready for partying.�
�The others?�
�Already there and waiting for your arrival to start the party.�
�Well then, let�s return to Earth-38 to get the final party favor.�
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�Another universe. So, what was it like?� asked Mon-El.
�Not that much different than here, Earth is Earth.� Supergirl responded.
The Girl of Steel had gotten back a few days ago from helping her friend Barry Allen, also known as the Flash, defeat an invasion of his Earth by the alien Dominators. The two had first met months back when he accidentally crossed into her universe. While there, he helped her stop two criminals. She was able to help him get back, and then he returned recently for her aid. She was happy to repay the favor.
Supergirl pulled Mon-El off the floor, where she had dropped him during combat practice in one of the training rooms at the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, or D.E.O., Noticing something odd, she said, �You're sparkling.�
�That's nice of you to say, but.�
�No, I mean you're actually sparkling.�
�That's funny, you're sparkling too. I feel strange.�
�Me too. What's happening?�
Before either could say anymore, they disappeared from the room in glittering showers of light.
*****
When they were aware of their surroundings again, they saw that each was in a cage, about twenty feet apart. The cages were in a large room, dimly red-lit. The ceiling was barely visible and the walls could not be seen.
�Are you OK?� asked Supergirl.
Mon-El said, �Sure. Let's get out of here.�
�Agreed.� Supergirl pulled the bars of her cage apart.
Or at least, she tried to. Straining, they did not even budge.
�Surprise! Those are standard iron bars, by the way. Like the ambience? I chose the lighting specially. You would be experiencing it in the near future anyway. Red sun radiation, just like home. You two are as super as any normal earthlings right now.�
�Who are you? Where are we?�
A tall man stepped out of the shadows. He was in his twenties, tanned with spiky dark blonde hair and a lean muscular build. As he got closer, his hazel eyes and aquiline nose became more visible. He wore a green silk button-down shirt, brown corduroy slacks and sandals.
�I�m going by Mason Remelt this go round, in honor of one of my guests. Also changing up the �do. I never would have thought of doing it when I was this age before, but now, why not?
�And you're in Australia. Not a completely antipodal point from where you were, but close enough. I wanted you far away from your friends. Who, by the way, can't find you. I've blocked any communications or tracking. That earpiece you�ve got, Supergirl, it won�t be working for a while. I'll let them know where you are. Eventually. For now, it's just us. I know quite a bit about you two, so how about I return the favor.
�I could have grabbed you earlier, days or even weeks ago. But I'm a nice guy, so I waited until Kara got back from her visit to Barry's Earth to help him with the Dominators. Or wait, should I call you Kira like Cat Grant does?�
�How did you?� Supergirl started to ask.
�Know that your Kryptonian name is Kara Zor-El and your secret identity is Kara Danvers and you work for CatCo and how the Flash accidentally traveled to this Earth so you found out about each other and then he and Cisco came back to get you to join them and stop an alien invasion? To quote someone whom I don't think you'll be meeting now, I know a lot of things and I can DO a lot of things. I have been studying you all for quite some time now. Once a week. I don't watch the reruns; I have the DVR set for first run.
�There is an etiquette for this sort of thing. I, the villain, must explain my diabolical plan, giving you a chance to escape or be rescued. I am a respecter of the traditions. But don't get your hopes up. You aren't going to be rescued before my plan is completed. Because unlike many villains, I ain�t stupid.
�Where was I? Ah yes, expositional monologue. I'm from another Earth, but much farther dimensionally than the ones you or the Flash has ever been. Based on Cisco's reckoning, it'd be something like Earth-83000. It's funny, my story's kind of like Barry's. I was just an ordinary guy, and there was this accident. But where he got superfast, I got supersmart. Rather like the Thinker, doncha know, but fortunately without the nasty side-effects. One of the first things I did was build an amazing self-aware computer, right THOMAS?�
A deep sexy voice out of the darkness said, �Righty-o you are, oh creator of mine.�
�With his help, I took over my world. It was quite peaceful. We developed some amazing mind control techniques. Mostly subliminal programming sent over television or phone or radio. In that way, your world was like mine. Everyone's connected. There were remote low-tech areas, admittedly. But when they were offered upgrades through various charities, they were delighted to take them.
�Yes, there were some that were resistant. But it was an insignifcant minority. Either I found some variation that would work, or I got rid of them. Permanently. Eventually everyone was glad to be happy, and I was happy that they were all glad.
�What I hadn�t counted on was that once you rule the world, it gets astonishingly boring very quickly. Space travel interested me, but it would take far too long, even with my resources, to get anywhere exciting. But maybe I could cheat and get the technology from other Earths. It took a while, but I, well, I and THOMAS, cracked the dimensional barrier.
�Now this is the fun part. I discovered conduits connecting to Earths which were like the ones on popular television shows and movies on my world. Psychic transdimensional links, who knew? I found the tech I wanted, and even a few variant methods of time travel.
�But I wanted more than tech. In our dimensional neighborhood, there aren't any superheroes. Nobody has superpowers of any kind. In an infinite multiverse, though, I knew there were places that had real superheroes. I thought to myself, �Self, why not collect some?� Well, them and others of interest to me.
�There is one superhero that I have multiple copies of, since each is delectable in their own way. I came here for this Earth's version, plus someone else. Let me show you that first acquisition.�
He snapped his fingers. From the shadows, a figure moved forward. As it got closer, Supergirl recognized it.
�Superman!�
It was the Man of Steel himself. He stood beside Remelt and folded his arms across his chest.
His chest looked wider than it had the last time Supergirl had seen him. His waist had changed too; it was narrower. Overall, he was more muscular. He almost did not look real, more like something out of a comic book.
�Help! Kal, what has he done to you? Fight it, Kal, you can fight it.�
�No, he really can't. He doesn�t even want to. I go to greater lengths when it's a superhero. His mind has been completely restructured. He's mine, forever and always, aren't you?�
�Yes, master, I am your slave. I am yours to command. My only purpose is to obey you and bring you pleasure.�
�And you have already, Kal. So very much pleasure.�
*****
�So, what�s the emergency?�
Superman had gotten a message pitched so only he could hear. It said there was a dangerous situation that was going to happen soon and Superman was the only person the sender could trust. The message included an address, which turned out to be an abandoned factory on the edge of Metropolis.
Having x-rayed the building and finding no obvious danger, he floated down from an opening in the roof. There was only one person there, a tall young man.
�That was quick,� said the man. �But you�re Superman so no surprise there. Admittedly meeting at an abandoned building is rather clich�, but why mess with what works? Thank you for coming.� The man chuckled, and added, �If things work out, both of us will.�
Superman frowned. �There was something you wanted to tell me?�
�Yes, yes, yes. Sorry, distracted. I mean, look at you, how could one not be? I did have something to tell you. I�m here to take you away. You have so much to do, so many responsibilities. I can make your life so much easier, Superman. Or should I call you Kal-El? Or maybe Clark Kent? So many identities, don�t you ever get confused?�
Seeing the Man of Steel�s expression, he continued. �Yes, I know who you really are. Makes it easier, doesn�t it? You�ll get to know me well though. Very well. Intimately, you might say. Before you know it, all you�ll want to do is please my every whim. You don�t think so now, but I�ll change your mind. After all, I�ve had so much experience in that department.�
�Look, I don�t have time for this. You haven�t broken any laws, yet, so I�m not going to take you to the authorities. I�d advise you not to do whatever it is you�re planning, since I�ll have to stop you.�
�Stop me? None of the others have, why should you be any different?�
�Others? What others?�
�The other yous, of course. You�ll meet them soon enough. THOMAS?�
�Activation.�
A blue glow suffused the room. Superman felt dizzy, and then realized he could not see. Where was he, he wondered. He could not remember. There had been a call, but after that, nothing.
Jimmy Olsen. Why was he thinking about Jimmy? Maybe because he wished his best friend was here with him, wherever here was.
His handsome best friend. Why had he never realized that before? He had used his X-ray vision on Jimmy once when he was looking for a hidden bomb, and now he remembered the well-muscled body and the thick cock. He envisioned that cock. It was probably huge when it was hard. He hungered for it, wanting it inside him.
Wait, what? �No, no, why am I thinking of Jimmy that way!� Neither were gay. Not that he had any objections to that orientation. Kryptonian civilization had evolved beyond such petty prejudices and he had not encountered them much when growing up on Earth. Yet he had felt no attraction to men, ever. What was happening?
More dizziness. Winn Schott, Kara�s friend, came to mind. He had transferred recently from Catco to the D.E.O., becoming one of their science experts. Superman knew Schott was an extreme fanboy of his, possibly more. Winn was attractive, especially his eyes, which looked like he used eyeliner on them. He had heard Winn sing once or twice at karaoke, and was astonished at how he sounded. Superman imagined being serenaded while his head was in Winn�s lap, his hair stroked.
The sun comes up
I think about you
The coffee cup
I think about you
I want you so
It's like I'm losing my mind
So effortlessly pleasing.
Again, what was happening?
More dizziness. He remembered Jonathan Kent, his adoptive father. The man who helped give him his values. They worked together on the farm so often when he was younger, sometimes shirtless. He remembered the taut muscles, the sweat glistening on his chest. What would it have been like to lick it off? If only he had done so when he had the chance.
How could he even think of his father in that way? Even on Krypton this would be considered wrong in so many ways.
More dizziness. He faced Lex Luthor, his archenemy. An egomaniacal psychopathic genius. No matter how many times Superman foiled his plans, he would devise newer and worse ones. The result? More deaths that could have been prevented if Superman had just done what was necessary in the first place.
�It ends here, Lex. You won�t harm anyone ever again.�
�What, are you going to put me in some inescapable prison? I�ll escape. You know that. You can�t stop me. Your oh-so-ethical code prevents it.�
�Not any more. If breaking that code prevents you from causing any more harm, I�ll deal with the consequences.�
Luthor laughed. �You�re not known for your sense of humor, you know.�
�I�m not joking.� Superman�s eyes glowed. Twin beams burst from them and struck Luthor in the middle of his chest.
�You can�t, you wouldn�t, don�t, please!�
Superman�s eyes glowed brighter. Luthor burst into flames which engulfed his body.
�Noooooooo!!!�
In moments, all that was left of the criminal mastermind was a pile of ash.
That�s not possible! No matter how bad he is, I would never murder Lex Luthor, or anyone. But I could not stop myself, and it felt good.
�Kal-El, my son, my disappointment in you knows no limits.� The voice was Jor-El�s, Superman�s biological father.
�I am sorry, father. I do not know how I could have killed this man.�
�No, my son. It is not what you have just done, but that you have not done so before this, and resist doing it again. I sent you to Earth to escape Krypton�s destruction, but also to restore our world to greatness. Little was forbidden to you doing so.
�And yet, all you do is save these puny humans. In fact, you have become like a human yourself, forsaking the world of your birth. Last son of Krypton you have become, in every way.�
�But father, I do not understand. I thought I was to be a symbol of good.�
�A symbol, yes. But of your true home. If you did so by doing good, so be it. But you did not. Goodness became its own end. Which means that the hope of Krypton returning has ended. You have failed your people, Kal-El. You have failed.
�Failed, I have failed, Krypton nevermore. No, I cannot, but I have. Failed.� Superman fell to his knees, sobbing.
�So, THOMAS, status?�
�He�s broken like a broke thing that�s broke into lots of little broken pieces. Ready for the next step.�
�Proceed.�
Superman�s dizziness and vision cleared. New thoughts filled his mind. Thoughts of submission. Desires for men increased.
More specifically, desire and submission to the man in front of him.
�No!� He would not submit. He would not do another�s bidding, no matter how attractive they were. Like the man in front of him, who was so stunning that it almost hurt looking at him.
Superman tried to force his gaze away, but could not. The pain was beautiful. He deserved that pain. He had failed his world. He was worthless. Why did he not want to embrace it, to embrace him, to submit to him?
Part of him knew there was something wrong. That�s right, I�m Superman, he thought. I can�t allow this to happen. Have to get out of here. I can�t become a slave, worship at his feet, obey his every command. Even though I deserve nothing better.
�I won�t become, you can�t make me.�
Pleasure washed over him with the idea of enslavement, making him sway. He was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. His most intimate lovemaking with Lois paled to what he was feeling now.
Let go, voices echoed in his head. Your life is so difficult. The burdens you have overwhelm you. Your failure overwhelms you. Easier to let another tell you what to do. Especially one as obviously wise and powerful as the man before you.
�I don�t, don�t want to, uhhh, I am, I am� The Man of Steel�s arms dropped to his side. Staring dully forward, he continued robotically. �I. Am. Your. Slave.�
�Perfect. Just the words I wanted to hear. Rise and take off your cape, there�s a good supertoy.�
�I. Obey. Master.�
�Unfortunately, this is only temporary. You want this to be permanent, don�t you? You want to be my slave forever.�
�I. Want. To. Be. Your. Slave. Forever. Master.�
�Good. Then we�re going to take a little trip.�
A humming filled the air, getting louder. A large section of one concrete wall blurred and turned black. The darkness was filled with flickering lights, like hundreds of dancing fireflies. They flashed red, then orange, yellow, green, blue and finally purple. The sequence repeated at odd intervals, always starting with red.
�Follow me.� When Remelt crossed the border, he rapidly diminished, like he was standing on a swiftly moving invisible walkway. The same happened when Superman stepped through. The wall reverted back to its original concrete appearance.
In a small bare room thousands of dimensions away, the reverse was occurring. Remelt came out of the blackness into the room. When Superman crossed the threshold, he stumbled and then recovered.
�There�s no place like home,� said Remelt. The conversion process had been fine-tuned by THOMAS so that he could perform it in any dimension with ease. However, when it came to superheroes, Remelt preferred bringing them to where THOMAS mainframe was located. He did not like taking chances with those special individuals, and having THOMAS� full computing powers directly available ensured success in their permanent enslavement.
After having Superman stand on a three-foot-wide round raised platform in the middle of the room, Remelt said to him, �Do not resist what will happen next. THOMAS?�
The area around Superman�s forehead sparkled and a thin circlet appeared. It glowed and Superman jerked twice, and then was completely rigid. THOMAS was in complete control of his body.
�Commencing upload.� A cable snaked down from the ceiling. Filaments emerged from the tip, forming a mesh cage around Superman�s head. Once completely encased, the mesh pulsed with yellow light.
�It�ll be a few minutes, boss.�
�Excellent.� He walked around the immobile superhero. �Damn. Most of them have such flat asses, or at least petite perky ones. This one�s got the meatiest one I�ve ever seen, even more than the Cain or Cavill ones. It is going to be such fun breaking that in.�
A short time later, the cage unformed and the cable slithered away. �Done, boss. I�ll let you know when the conversion�s finished.�
�Seeing him, all muscular and mindless, why let the time go to waste? How about we take him for a test run?� Remelt shed his clothes. �Have him kneel again and open his mouth.�
�Got it. Have at.�
Remelt slid his steely cock into the mouth of the Man of Steel. The superhero took all of it in, licking the length, sucking, bobbing up and down.
�Oh THOMAS, you know what I like!�
�I should by now.�
It was true. Remelt never got tired of any version of Superman servicing him. The memories of all those amazing sessions led soon to his erupting into the superhero, who easily swallowed every ounce.
�That was fantastic.�
�Yep, and that was him without a thought in his studly head. Once I�ve finished the reprogramming, watch out.�
�You know what? I�m ready for round two.�
�The other end?�
�No, I�m saving that for after his conversion is done. I want him to be a full participant when I�m fucking him. Then we acquire the other target. Such plans I have. Such plans.�
*****
�While I was at it, I chose to make a few cosmetic changes, which is why he looks more super. There�s also at least one not-so-visible change that should make things interesting later. But for now, Kal, if you would.�
Remelt gestured, and Superman stood behind him. The Man of Steel put his arms around Remelt�s waist and rested his head on Remelt�s shoulder.
�I can't wait to introduce you to the others.� Remelt said, stroking Superman�s hair. Addressing the prisoners, he said. �It's funny. Out of all the Supermans, this one was the easiest to mind control.�
�Supermans?� asked Mon-El.
�That�s the proper term in this case. There are various versions of all of you in other universes, as you may have learned from Barry. After the first Superman, though, I just had to have more. You know what they say, you can't eat just one.
�Not that I limited myself to him, mind you. I like variety. Aquamans. You haven't met any of them yet. Green Arrow. Mine's blonde. I have taken the liberty of checking out the one you know. Ollie is tempting, especially when I saw some of his shirtless workouts. But I'm fine with mine. I have the actor who plays him and he's even more buff now than the Mister Queen you know. Barry's cute, but too skinny. I shan't be obtaining any of them.
�I am thinking about broadening my horizons, however. A whole universal set of marvelous superheroes that I haven't even tapped into yet. There's this god of thunder whom I've had my eye on for quite some time.�
�I'll resist,� said Supergirl. �Whatever you've done to Superman, I won't let it happen to me. I�ll save us both.�
�Oh Kara. Dear sweet na�ve Kara. You haven't figured it out, have you? The other one I came here for isn�t you.� The man looked at the Daxamite and smiled.
Mon-El said, "He likes guys, Kara. Makes sense, seeing the way you were checking me out even when you were talking to her and what you�ve done with Superman. I'm flattered, and under other circumstances I might consider a hooker-up because you do look really good.�
�Thanks,� said Remelt, �though I think you meant hookup.�
�Oh, sorry. Still getting the hang of Earth slang. Anyway, on some parts of Daxam this all would be considered foreplay. It�s just, well, you didn�t ask, and that�s not polite. Besides, I�m no superhero."
�I could have asked, but you might have said no. Even if you said yes, it probably wouldn�t have lasted that long. I wanted you to be mine forever, to want to be with me forever. Like Kal here.
�And technically, no, you�re not a superhero. But you are rather gorgeous, which I know you know. You also have superpowers, and you're funny. With or without glasses. Though I have to say, I�m glad I got you before the beard. You look so much better clean-shaven. I�m not going to change your personality, however. You'll still be you. It's just that you'll see me in a different way. Like Superman does, right?�
�Yes, master. He will love you as I do.�
�You should be thanking me, both of you. I'm saving you a world of pain, Crown Prince Mon-El of Daxam.�
The man stopped at Kara's sharp intake of breath. �Another surprise, yet true. He would have told you eventually. Probably. But before that could happen, he�d find out he's not the only survivor of his planet. Thousands of others escaped, including his parents, Rhea and Lar Gand.� Seeing Mon-El�s shocked expression, he paused, then added, �Yes, they're still alive.
�In a few days, you both would have gone on a mission that would lead to them finding out you're alive and track you to Earth. Daxam is habitable again, so they'd try convincing you to go with them to restart society there. However, by that point you'd have admitted your real feelings for each other, you lovebirds, and Mon-El wouldn't want to leave.�
Addressing the Daxamite again, he said, "Your mom wouldn't have liked that, though, so she'd hire assassins to kill Supergirl. Eventually they'd give up and let you stay on Earth."
�Well, your dad would. Your mom, not so much. She would�ve killed your dad for 'betraying' her. Then she�d trick Lena Luthor into building a portal that lets the Daxamites invade Earth. Lena�s mother would give Lena a device that Lex invented. He meant it for killing Superman and Supergirl by spreading Kryptonite through the entire atmosphere. Lena would modify it to use lead instead so it would drive off the Daxamites. Supergirl, you would have detonated it. That would kill Rhea but also force Mon-El to leave Earth. He�d leave in the pod he arrived in, but where you and he expected him to go I have no idea.
�It wouldn�t have mattered anyway, since he�d go through a wormhole to 31st century Earth. A cure for the Daxamite lead problem will be developed in a few centuries, ironically by L-Corp. Mon-El would�ve mooned over Kara for years, but eventually accepted he couldn�t go back, and form a kind of superteam.
�Supergirl, back in the 21st century, would be moody and depressed for months afterward.
�It�s that old chestnut. Boy meets girl, boy leaves girl to avoid fatal lead poisoning, boy gets sent into the future, boy pines for girl but eventually meets and marries new girl. But then there�s more. Boy and new girl go on a mission and their spaceship gets flung thousands of years into the past, boy and girl go into cryosleep, old girl finds ship months after boy left and he wakes up, boy tells old girl about getting married and old girl feels more miserable than she did before.
�So you see, me taking you now means your parents won't come here, your mom won't kill your dad, and Earth won't be invaded. Or course it means you'll never see them again, but then you guys were never that close, right. Win-win, I'd say. Not to be confused with the adorable and brilliant Mister Schott, who I am tempted to take too, but I�ll leave him be.
�You'll never see Kara again, either, but she�ll be saved from going through an emotional misery rollercoaster. Besides, once THOMAS is done with you, your love for me will eclipse anything you could ever feel for her. Isn't that right, Kal?�
�It is, master. My love for Lois was insignificant. My love for you fills me in ways I didn't think possible.�
�And because I like you so much, Kara, I'm throwing in some extras. The laptop on that table over there contains all sorts of useful information about Cadmus' plans. Plus, there's some stuff in there that will help Oliver, like who Prometheus is. And for Cisco there�s a cellphone that will be sent a message after Savitar is defeated to help deal with the aftermath. Even though I know who he is, revealing that prematurely could cause problems. I�m even throwing in the prevention of an upcoming nemesis of yours and one of Barry�s from coming to be, as well as keeping Barry and Iris� wedding from being interrupted by, well, some not nice people. Which will also help the Legends not lose a team member. I am so nice I amaze even myself.
*****
�So that�s the obligatory villain�s speech. Which means,� Remelt stopped and walked around the room. A minute passed, and then another. �Nope, no rescue. Had to do that, doncha know. Love a good dramatic pause. Alright, three to beam out, THOMAS. You know which ones.�
�I do indeed. Energizing.� Remelt, Superman and Mon-El vanished in sparkling swirls.
�No, you can�t,� cried Supergirl. �You can�t take him away.� Which �him� she was referring to, even she was not sure.
The red light in the room soon faded. Supergirl, who had been beating the bars of her cage, smashed it open.
�Supergirl, Supergirl, can you hear me?!� It was her adopted sister, Alex, calling from the D.E.O.
�Alex, oh thank Rao. He took them!�
�Who took who? Where are you?�
�Some man teleported Mon-El and I to Australia. He filled the room with red sun radiation so we had no powers. He said he�s from another universe like Barry. He�s controlling my cousin�s mind somehow and said he�s going to do the same thing to Mon-El. He and Mon-El and Superman teleported away a little while ago. Can you find them?�
A different voice, male, came on. �Now that I know what happened, I can look for an energy trace.�
�You�ve got to find them, Winn, you�ve got to.�
�There are remnants of an angular confinement beam here and at your location, but they didn�t originate from either place. Tracking. The beams converge in the thermosphere, about 55 miles up. Making some adjustments. Found it! It�s a spaceship, not that big. It had some masking technology, but once we knew where to look it was easy to find. The ship�s in geostationary orbit directly above your location.�
�I�m going to get them, guys.�
�Be careful, Supergirl,� added J'onn J'onzz, the Martian now heading the D.E.O.
The Kryptonian shot straight up and crashed through the roof. Up and up she went, away from the Earth�s surface. At forty miles, she said, �I can see it. I should reach it in a few minutes.�
�I can scan it now,� said Winn. �There are only three life signs. One Kryptonian, one Daxamite and one human, so that must be them. Hold on, I�m detecting some kind of energy surge. Not sure what it is, I�m checking. No. No no no no. It�s a dimensional breach. It�s increasing, it�s increasing. It�s gone. Scanning for life signs. Nothing. They must have all gone through the breach.�
�The machinery to make the breach must still be on the ship. I�ll bring it down and we can figure out where they went. I�ll get Barry and Cisco to help if I have to. We�re getting them back.�
�Yes, definitely, we are definitely getting them back.�
When Supergirl was within ten miles of the ship, Winn said, �Supergirl? I�m reading another energy surge. It�s more gradual. It�s not the same as before. I don�t understand these readings. They don�t make any sense. J�onn, have you ever seen anything like this?�
�It�s familiar, something I saw a long time ago. What was it? Something, not good.� Suddenly J�onn shouted, �Supergirl, get out of there! There�s antimatter on that ship. It could annihilate you.�
�No, we have to stop it, we can�t lose that ship, we can�t lose them.�
�Supergirl, turn around, you�ve got to.� A blinding burst, and Supergirl was catapulted backward from the explosion. Semi-conscious, she recovered twenty miles above the Earth�s surface and stopped, floating. Her vision cleared and she said, �Winn, J�onn, please, tell me it�s still there.�
�I�m sorry, Supergirl,� said J�onn. �That was an antimatter explosion. The spaceship is atomized. There�s nothing left. We�ll debrief when you get back. But we will find them. Somehow, we will find them.�
Terminating the communication, J�onn said, �Antimatter is extraordinarily rare. The amount that the readings showed were on the ship, even the most advanced civilizations I know of couldn�t create that much antimatter, much less stabilize it. Whoever he was, he must have come from another universe like he said. Even if we do find where Superman and Mon-El have been taken, it will be very difficult to stand up to someone with that much power. But we will try. We will not give up on them.�
Several dimensions away, Remelt said, �Isn�t that sweet? They really care. It�s good we bugged the D.E.O., just to hear a crack in our favorite Martian�s fa�ade. They can�t find us, right?�
�Barring some unforeseen miracle,� said THOMAS, �no way. And he�s right, even if they do find us, they can�t stop us.�
�Too true, my friend, too true.�
*****
�Is it soup yet?� asked Remelt. They were back on his Earth, in the same room where Earth-38�s Superman had been converted.
�Not yet,� replied THOMAS.
Mon-El had been mentally converted with little trouble. Daxamites were originally Kryptonian colonists who were genetically modified centuries ago to better survive on their new home planet. Without realizing, this had caused an immunity to Kryptonite and replaced it with a susceptibility to lead. The brains did not change, and since THOMAS had converted other Kryptonians, the conversion process did not need to be significantly altered.
With unconditional love and obedience in place, Remelt�s desired physical modifications were being made. THOMAS was using the transporter, making structural changes to Mon-El in the pattern buffers.
�I'm making the final alterations,� THOMAS continued. �It's tricky, you know. One little mistake and he'll be way shorter or taller or possibly a puddle of goo.�
�I�d hate to have to go to another universe and get a new Mon-El and do this all over again.�
�Shouldn�t have to. He'll be ready to reincorporate shortly.�
After a few minutes, THOMAS said, �Ready. Energizing.�
A sparkling cloud appeared above the dais in the room�s center. It slowly coalesced, with a humanoid figure visible. The outline wavered.
�THOMAS?�
�No worries, just a minor fluctuation. Compensating.�
The outline stabilized and the glitter surrounding it disappeared. Standing and facing away from Remelt was a naked man.
�Phase one complete.�
Studying the figure before him, Remelt said, �Is it my imagination, or does he have more junk in the trunk?�
�I know, I know, you didn�t ask. But you like that particular anatomical region so much, and you�re always complaining about the lack in so many of your acquisitions, that I added some. Not much, just enough to make it more interesting. I can revert if you want.�
�No, that�s alright. I like it, actually.�
�I thought you would.�
Remelt smiled and continued examining his newest slave. The shoulders and chest had been widened, giving his back an ideal V-shape, tapering down to the full round ass. �Like a Dorito,� he said, thinking for a moment about the body proportions of an acquisition he might be making in the near future. The legs were strong and sturdy, but Remelt�s eyes kept drifting to the ass. After lingering on it for a while, he said, �Let me see the front.�
The platform Mon-El stood on rotated until he was facing Remelt. The eyes were closed. The changes now were more noticeable. The biceps, even unflexed, were bigger. The pectorals were not larger, but the entire chest was lean, showing every abdominal muscle and striation. The Apollos belt was more prominent, leading the viewer down to the flaccid luscious penis.
�Three inches?� asked Remelt.
�Soft. Eight inches hard. No changes there.�
�Sounds fine by me. Go for phase two.�
A scintillating haze appeared around Mon-El. When it cleared, he was wearing a red costume with blue lining on the sides. The boots were blue, too.
�Do a slow 360.�
Again, the platform turned. When Mon-El was in profile, Remelt could see the blue cape which came down to his waist. The Daxamite�s ass was fully visible from every angle.
�Such an improvement. I said it before and I�ll say it again. Why superheroes wear long capes and cover up one of their best features makes no sense at all. Perhaps it�s considered unseemly. However, considering the results, I�ll go with unseemly any day. Alright, I�m ready to actually meet my newest minion.�
The platform lowered until it was flush with the floor. Mon-El�s eyes fluttered, then opened. As soon as he saw Remelt, he got down on one knee, bowed his head and said, �My lord and master, I am your most unworthy servant. How may I please you?�
�THOMAS?�
�I didn�t make him say that. Remember, he�s a prince. I guess he�s defaulting to courtly-ese.�
�Unexpected and old-fashioned, but rather nice. Rise, Mon-El, and look upon me.�
The Daxamite did as instructed. The look of utter devotion was mixed with a good amount of lust.
�So, my prince, what is it you�ll do for me?�
�Anything, my lord. Anything. There is no mountain I would not climb for you, no sea I would not swim, no task too great or small I would not do. If you wish to use me for your pleasure, I will strive with my entire body and being to bring you such ecstasy as you have never before experienced. Tell me, please, what you wish me to do.�
�Well, much as I appreciate the fancy talk, and I do, let�s tone it down for now.�
�I�m sorry, I assumed you�d like it. Forgive me.�
�Nothing to forgive. We�ll save the flowery speech for special occasions. For now, I prefer the less formal and more fun version. Stay where you are. THOMAS, phase three.�
Both men were transported away, only to reappear in an almost identical room. The only difference was a door-sized opening in one wall with stairs leading upward.
Gesturing towards the opening, Remelt said, �After you.�
�I feel like I shouldn�t be walking in front of you, but if that�s what you want, I�m happy to oblige.�
Remelt waited a few seconds before following Mon-El. As they ascended, Remelt stayed several feet back, his eyes on the same level as the Daxamite�s ass.
Looking behind after climbing two flights, Mon-El said, �Is this OK? Oh. Now I understand. You should have said.� He put more swing in his step, his hips moving side to side more, his butt muscle flexing increasing.
�That�s more than OK. Keep doing what you�re doing. Once again, Mister West may have some competition.�
At last, they reached a pair of horizontal wooden doors. �Open them and keep walking until I tell you to stop.�
Mon-El did as he was commanded. As his head emerged from the ground, he saw they were in the middle of a plain. Looking around after emerging, wheat up to his waist stretched out in every direction as far as the eye could see, gently swaying in the wind. Continuing forward, Mon-El asked, �Where are we?�
�An Earth where primates never evolved, much less humans. The largest animal on the planet is about the size of a pony. More specifically, on the Earth you know, this would be Kansas. To be more precise, Smallville. To be even more precise, the farm on which Kara�s cousin grew up.
�I always have these things indoors, but I wanted to change it up and do it outdoors. It�s not like we have to worry about beds. Oh, speaking of which, our belts are thought-controlled antigravity units. You�ll see why they�ll be useful in a bit.
�Just to make sure we�re undisturbed, THOMAS has been putting out ultrasonic and subsonic noise that�ll keep the native life away in a twenty-mile radius. OK, stop, that�s far enough. Ready for phase four.�
Moments later, Remelt pointed at the horizon. �There they are.�
At first, Mon-El saw nothing unusual. Then he noticed several specks in the sky growing larger. There were seven of them, now identifiable as people. But his master had said there were no people on this Earth, hadn�t he?
As they got closer, he could make out that they all had on costumes similar to the one that Kara�s cousin had worn, including the shorter cape. However, most wore what looked like red underpants as well. He saw that one of them was that cousin. The others, all paired, he had never seen before.
Only yards away, they all stopped and remained hovering above them.
�Remember I told you about the Supermans? Well here they are. What do you think?�
That�s weird, Mon-El thought. His voice sounds like it�s coming from higher up. Turning around, he saw why. Remelt was floating several yards above the ground. Floating and nearly naked. The only thing he wore was his shirt, unbuttoned all the way and flapping back in the breeze almost like a cape.
He�s beautiful, Mon-El thought. Remelt�s body was perfect, with almost no fat to hide every exquisite muscle. He was erect, and his cock was beautiful too. His right leg was bent behind him and his arms were outstretched towards the Daxamite.
�Time for introductions. Up, up and away.�
Mon-El floated upwards, dismayed. �I�m controlling your belt. It�ll make things easier. By the way, since each of these is Superman where they come from, things could get confusing as to whom I�m referring. I�ve come up with a system to help. I�ll refer to each by the first letter of the name of the actor who portrayed them where they�re fictional, followed by S for Superman. There are a couple of exceptions, which I�ll get to.�
Going to the two who appeared the youngest, Remelt said, �These two started their super activities in high school, but wore the suit right away. On their Earths they were each known as Superboy. I�m referring to him,� pointing to the one on the left, �as JS and the other as GS.�
The next were older. Going to the younger cuter one, he said, �This version began his super-career in high school as well, but didn�t wear the suit until years afterward. He was known as the Blur for a while. Much as I like Cat Grant, that name does not conjure mystery or intrigue. I could call him TS, but I�ve got someone else in mind for that. I�m calling him PS instead, for Pretty Superman, since he�s as pretty as the rest are handsome. He was the second one I acquired. Next to him is the Superman I got first, so I�ll always have a soft spot for him. Actually, let�s be honest, a very hard spot. He�ll be DS.�
In the last pair, one was comely and lean, the other square-jawed and the most muscular of all. The latter�s costume was slightly different, with a V-neck going down about six inches. This exposed part was very hirsute. About the leaner of the two, Remelt said, �This one left his Earth a few years after becoming known as Superman. He went off into outer space to see if anything of Krypton survived. He found the planet, but there was nothing living there. Possibly because a lot of it had turned into kryptonite. He doesn�t know why he never thought of that. He returned to Earth soon after. He didn�t know he�d knocked up Lois and had a kid, but figured it out a while after he arrived back. With my system he should be BS, but there�s nothing BS about him. I�ll use his last name, so he�s RS.�
Turning to the other, he said, �Now this Superman had all sorts of problems. Some criminals from Krypton arrived and tried terraforming his Earth, although in their case it would more properly be called kryptoforming. They were stopped, but they all got killed. All except their leader, General Zod, that is. Superman snapped his neck to stop him from killing innocent civilians. Then he got killed by a creature created by his archnemesis Lex Luthor. He eventually got resurrected and saved Earth from another alien invasion. However, I picked him up before any of those tragedies happened. Saved the guy a whole ton of hurt, like I did for you. Gosh I�m so benevolent, me. He�s also the only one with a hairy chest. A very hairy chest. Variety is nice once in a while. This will be HS.�
Pointing at Kara�s cousin, he added, �Last but certainly not least is the one you already know. This is the one I�m calling TS. Now that all the introductions are done, it�s time to start the fun, fun, fun. THOMAS, guys, you know what to do.�
The capes and what looked like red underwear on each Superman, as well as the same places on Mon-El, were sparkling. In mere seconds they were gone, leaving asses and crotches fully exposed. All were engorged and throbbing. Mon-El was surprised that in that area they were not super. Not tiny, by any means, but not the powerful cocks he had expected. Still, he licked his lips, wanting to devour every one of them.
Seeing Mon-El�s expression, Remelt said, �Later, my hunky flunky, later. For now, it�s just Kara�s cousin, you and me.�
The pairs moved so they could suck each other�s cocks and finger each other�s asses. They were quickly 69ing in faultless synchrony.
Remelt kissed Mon-El while Kal-El went behind the Daxamite, moving down his back. When he reached his intended target, he buried his face and pushed his tongue deep into Mon-El�s ass.
Breaking the kiss, Remelt said, �How does what Kal�s doing feel?�
�It�s not my first time, but he�s getting in further than anyone else has been able. How is he doing that?�
�That�s the non-visible enhancement I mentioned a while back. His tongue is extendable. It�s actually longer than his dick. Now he can tongue fuck as well or better than he can regular fuck. Science is remarkable, Monny. You don�t mind if I call you that, do you?�
�Of course not. After all, I�m all yours. You can do whatever you want to me or call me whatever you want. Just don�t call me late for the orgyyyyy aahhhh. What is he doing?�
�I thought you might like that. Kal can run or fly at superspeed, but he�s able to move parts of him very fast as well. That extra-long tongue can now act like a living vibrator. You like, Monny?�
�I, uhhh, like. I like, uhhh, very much.�
�I wanted to keep it a surprise. The look on your face and the sounds you�re making, priceless.�
Remelt resumed kissing while Kal continued his pleasuring. The other Kryptonians revolved in the air, one being on top and then the other. This went on for quite some time until Remelt said, �Alright TS, time to switch. You know what to do.�
�Yes master.�
Kal extracted his tongue and moved in front while Remelt got behind Mon-El. Kal took the Daxamite�s full erection into his mouth with ease, his tongue encircling and gently massaging it. Remelt easily penetrated Mon-El�s ass that had been relaxed by Kal�s prior attentions.
�My compliments. He�s really opened up.� In short order the two were pumping and sucking in total unison. Remelt closed his eyes, focusing on Mon-El�s breathing, the musky scent coming off Mon-El, and the feeling of Mon-El�s ass taking every inch of his tremendously rigid cock.
After a while Remelt opened his eyes. He had pictured this scene in his mind for a long time. However, seeing the reality of all the Supermans drifting and sucking each other in sublime equilibrium was more arousing than any fantasy. The need for sweet release arrived sooner than planned.
�Guys, guys, phase five, let�s do it.�
The Supermans disengaged and went towards Remelt, forming a circle above him. Kal joined as well, all of them masturbating. Remelt moved so he and Mon-El were in a horizontal position. He reached around and jerked off the Daxamite vigorously.
�Hey, boss, I�ve got something special for this unique occasion.�
Music filled the air. Music with a dance beat. Music that was familiar to Remelt.
�Really, THOMAS. I mean, I love the song, and I can sort of see how it fits, but�
�Yeah, I did a little updating to make it more, shall we say, appropriate.�
A big beautiful female voice sang.
Phalluses are rising, more and more and more
Horniness increasing, in ways you can�t ignore
Cause today for the first time
Just about half-past one
For the first time in history
It's gonna rain super cum
It's raining cum, hallelujah, it's super cum, yum yum
I'm gonna go, go, I�m gonna let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet
It's raining cum, hallelujah
It's raining cum, every Superman
Tall, strong, lean and gay
Truth, justice and the American way
God bless Kal-El�s father, he knew what he had to do
Sent his son far from him, before the entire planet blew
Learned his superpowers, even including how to fly
So that he could save the world and become the perfect guy
Oh, it's raining cum, yeah
�That was awesome, THOMAS. A new number one single. More in a bit, I think. But enough of that. Ready, Monny?
�Yes, yes, oh man yes.�
�Then do it.�
Mon-El went off like a geyser, spraying almost up to his chin. Remelt exploded in Mon-El, filling him with what felt like gallons. The Supermans shot downwards, covering Mon-El�s chest and face with copious quantities of Kryptonian cream.
It's raining cum, hallelujah
It's super cum, yum yum
It's raining cum, hallelujah
It's super cum, yum yum
It's raining cum, hallelujah
It's super cum, yum yum
After they finished, Mon-El rubbed the front of his body, spreading the ejaculate of more than half a dozen superheroes all over himself. This is what I�m for, he thought. I�ve found my purpose. To be used by my master in ways I couldn�t even imagine in my wildest dreams.
Forever.
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CAST:
Kara / Supergirl � Melissa Benoist
Mon-El � Chris Wood
Kal-El / TS � Tyler Hoechlin
Jimmy Olsen � Mehcad Brooks
Winn Schott � Jeremy Jordan
Lex Luthor � Jon Cryer
JS � John Haymes Newton
GS � Gerard Christopher
PS � Tom Welling
DS � Dean Cain
RS � Brandon Routh
CS � Henry Cavill
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